When I fell for Johnny Galecki, we both knew immediately that we had this connection, and that was it.
The last page of [Lincoln in the Bardo] - without giving too much away - involves somebody entering somebody else. Not in a sexual way. But it says one of the simplest things you could ever say, which is that we must try and be inside each other. We must have some kind of feeling for each other and enter into each other's experience.
Isn't life,' she stammered, 'isn't life--' But what life was she couldn't explain. No matter. He quite understood. 'Isn't it, darling?' said Laurie.
But when two people feel something, they ought to respect that enough to figure it out
Sure, he was lonely. Sure, they had a lot in common. Sure, he was attracted to her, and it was clear she felt the same about him.
The whole effect of activity is to enrich the feeling of the other.
If you feel like loving me, if you've got the notion, I second that emotion.
He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
Often times if you're bored, the other person is probably bored too.
Under the imaginary table that separates me from my readers, don’t we secretly clasp each other’s hands?
They spoke very little of their mutual feeling; pretty phrases and warm expressions being probably unnecessary between such tried friends.
In the same way that I'm open when I speak, I'm that open on stage. I feed off the energy of the audience, too, so they're feeling what I'm feeling.
For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary
There is no better audience for someone in love than someone in love.
The game is if the orchestra can hear each other, they play better. If they play better and there's a tangible feeling between the orchestra and the audience, if they feel each other, the audience responds and the orchestra feels it.
I would consider him definitely one of my very best friends and I know he feels the same about me. We have a lot of love and respect.
Honestly, we get our energy from our fans. When we are on stage, whatever they are feeling, we also get the same feeling.
I wanted to know what happened when two people felt it. Would it divide the hurt in two, make it lighter to bear, the way feeling someone's joy seemed to double it?
He felt it too, the air between us, the invisible lines that something or someone had drawn to connect us. That's the way I remember it.
